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Eorgina Eor ail'Giina or more commonly, Eorgina [E-or-GEE-na]
Nagothrym
Within
the great cavern of Nagothrym, there was born a grey drake. She
was quick and cunning, and she fought off her rival fledglings with
savage strength. As she emerged from the underground murk into sunlight,
she spread her red-tinged wings and flew. And she knew she was beautiful
as well as strong.
She grew quickly, and the older drakes inhabiting the mountains
watched and approved. She was very fast, delighting in acrobatic
feats that were considered reckless by some of her brethren. There
was one that nurtured a special interest in the elegant grey youth.
He was a huge, old drake, black in color and wise. He was also known
to have a fearless and brutal nature, and he took pleasure in domination
of the lesser races.
It was not too long before the youthful grey drake became close
with the older black, spending time with him and learning of the
world. She flew the countryside with him and quickly matched his
agility and speed in flight. In time, she revealed a nature fierce
enough to equal his brutality. Together, they gloried in the essence
of strength and dominion. The old black had waited so long to mate
that it seemed he never would, but it now became a common assumption
that he had finally found a female that suited him. And the grey
was known to encourage that belief.
On one beautiful summer morning, as the grey drake soared over
the craggy mountainsides, the sunlight was especially bright. It
glanced off pockets of ice dotting the cliffs like reflections in
a diamond. She was bemused with the pristine allure of it, intoxicated
with the heady momentum of the wind currents on which she was borne.
She circled and dived, rushing faster and faster through the crystalline
light. She closed her eyes and circled through a fringe of cloud,
reemerging into the light with a sensation akin to being born. The
grey threw her head back on her elegant, long neck, watching as
the sun's reflection played across the glistening, translucent scales
covering her back.
Arched like a floating swan, with her head thrown back and her
wings lifted, she never saw the sharp outthrust of granite that
suddenly loomed out of a cloud. She had misjudged her distance from
the rugged cliffs. The impact caused a horrible thud, which echoed
across the mountainside like the blow of some great hammer. Hearing
the sound, the black drake screamed and launched into flight, arriving
at the place just moments after the body fell into a circle of pines
below the rock spire. She lay grievously injured, her wings torn
and her sublime body broken and bloody. However, as she died, she
gave the black a savage, victorious look, her expression as intense
as had been her brief life.
As light died in the grey's ruby eyes, the black drake keened.
The sound of his sorrow and fury circled the glade, growing stronger
and more vehement by the moment. It gained in amplitude until it
was deafening, and other drakes on the mountains quailed in the
face of its rage. Suddenly, a fork of lightning sundered the peaks,
striking the granite outcrop with a tremendous boom of accompanying
thunder. The rock exploded into shards and pelted the glade in a
hellish rain of stone. Finally, the downpour stopped and following
on the coattails of such bedlam, the silence was almost palpable.
As dust settled across his back, the black drake crouched, his breath
rasping in belabored huffs. He was bleeding from numerous wounds
inflicted by the hail of stone. As confusion, fury and black sorrow
filled his thoughts, he saw something stir amid the debris and cloud
of dust. A form crept from beneath one of the grey drake's limp,
ragged wings and rose to its feet. He beheld a newborn Arkati, issue
of the horror of one drake's death and the fury of another's anguish.
She was tall, slim, and very beautiful. In the depths of her large,
grey eyes, the black drake saw ruby flecks that reminded him of
the luminous eyes of the drake he had cherished.
The black drake lowered his huge snout, drawing his muzzle close
to her face. She did not flinch. Outraged that she should be alive
while his chosen lay dead, he was inclined to end her life with
a quick snap of his great teeth while she was still newborn and
vulnerable. On the other hand, he saw the same fiery passion in
her expression that he had seen within that of the grey drake, and
he could not stand to see it die again. She gazed back, unafraid
and curious.
He was called Beh'Amant, he told her. Before returning to the caves
to mourn, he bathed her in steam from his nostrils. It settled upon
her form and resolved into a grey velvet gown with ruby edging.
Then, he gave her the name by which he had known his chosen, Eor
ail'Giina, a name that celebrated the exultation of flight and strength.
This she later shortened to Eorgina. As the black drake departed
on his wide, dark wings, she watched him until he was only a speck
on the horizon. It would be many ages before she saw him again.
Early Years
It
is written that Arkati are born fully formed, although as they mature,
their features change to reflect their mental development. Ancient
texts also state that they are all born fair of feature and beautiful
of body, no matter what form they ultimately assume.
Eorgina was a tall, slim woman with long, dark hair. Her features
never lost the loveliness she possessed at birth. However, as she
grew and came into her full maturity, they assumed a luminous quality,
as if one always viewed her by the light of the moon. She shimmered
as she passed, a quality that was magnified as, over time, she collected
the bejeweled chains, pendants and rings that delighted her. The
gems had a mesmerizing effect on her, a trait common among the drakes.
For many years, Eorgina dwelt in the vast chambers inhabited by
the drakes. She spent time with one, then another, never aligning
with any particular individual. The huge creatures welcomed her
for her quick wit, and they called her the 'Diamond' for her sharp
intellect, as well as for her preference for that gem. And at heart,
she was as hard and resolute as a diamond, and she knew no fear.
A few hundred years passed quickly for her. Content among the drakes,
she wanted for nothing. And there, she eventually met a powerful,
handsome Arkati called Koar. She was still considered young then,
while he was already much older. However, her beauty was remarkable,
dazzling even, and it took little time for him to become intrigued
by her. Her unusual ruby-flecked eyes sparkled with intelligence,
and spending time in her company was more often than not an adventure.
She shocked him sometimes with her draconian proclivities, but he
grew to greatly admire her courageous, undaunted spirit.
Days passed into months and years, and Koar and Eorgina, if not
constant companions, were nevertheless together enough to be considered
'close.' Other Arkati sometimes spent time with them. Fash 'lo nae
in particular was frequently numbered in their company. The three
of them, all with their surpassing intellects, were known to have
lively debates that sometimes lasted days.
As she came to spend more and more time in the company of her fellows,
Eorgina finally decided to have a dwelling built. Finding the most
skilled elven craftsmen and artists of that age, she brought them
to the heights of Nagothrym. The group numbered two hundred and
nine, and included architects, weavers, sculptors and those who
knew the secrets of the finest wood. Painters were among them, as
well as smiths. Through a combination of their considerable talents
and Arkati magic, the house called Li'aerion was built. It perched
on a steep promontory, with graceful arching eves and flying buttresses
that looked like the bony ridges in a drake's wing. The structure
was large and spacious, and it had huge open windows that looked
out over the mountains, admitting the sometimes-fierce winds that
rushed around the peaks. From the tall ceilings hung long curtains
of grey velvet. They covered many of the walls and as the gusts
of wind caught their vast expanses, they billowed in a graceful
dance.
In the center of an expansive balcony on the east side of the house,
there stood a pedestal made of grey marble veined with red. It was
circular, and in its center was a cone-shaped depression with a
circumference large enough to hold a wagon-wheel. In that cradle
rested an immense diamond. It was positioned precisely so it would
catch the first rays of the sun as it lifted over the eastern horizon,
sending out reflections of colored light that sparkled throughout
the manse. Legends say the tints playing over the grey velvet curtains
called Eorgina from her rest each morning, and she chose the color
of gems she wore that day based on the most vibrant tones. It is
also said that any mortal seeing the burst of light as sunlight
struck the colossal gem would be blinded for life. And so it was
that Eorgina sent the elven craftsmen and artists back to their
homes, sightless and unable to create anything again that might
equal Li'aerion.
As the Arkati came into being, a few possessed great power. However,
most were lesser beings, gifted in some special, spectacular way,
but lacking the strength and overall capacity that grew in a few
individuals with each passing year. Some even lacked the essential
quality of immortality, though they were exceedingly long-lived.
Eorgina, studying this and measuring the growth of her own power
against others, was pleased to discover that she was not only powerful,
but exceptionally so. She found new arrivals as they were born and
played the role of kindly benefactress, entertaining congregations
of the beautiful ones in the splendor of her graceful Li'aerion.
As time passed, the attitude fostered among these gatherings began
to be subtley steered by Eorgina, with collaboration by Fash'lo'nae
and a few others, toward a decided perspective. It was one that
fostered a belief that all lesser races were destined to be nothing
more than slaves to the needs of the Arkati and ultimately, the
Drakes. Drakes already had little, if any, concern for the frail,
mortal beings that inhabited the lands beneath the great mountains
of Nagothrym. Eorgina advocated that the Arkati should strive to
emulate the greatest creatures extant in Elanthia. Only in this
way could they hope to fulfill the promise of grandeur and power
that was both their gift and their destiny.
Many of the Arkati fell into step with her beliefs, swayed by her
promises of significance and captivated by the persuasive quality
of her beauty and wit. As Eorgina came into the full flowering of
her immense power, she was the epitome of a Queen -- beautiful,
accomplished, clothed in wealth beyond measure and as insightful
a politician as was ever born. Her fans and followers adored her.
And her stature was magnified by the presence of Koar at her side
during many of her receptions. Only to him was Eorgina ever known
to acquiesce.
There was, however, another faction of Arkati who were less than
persuaded by Eorgina's influence. Among the group were some who
held substantial power. Eonak and his young consort, Imaera, were
principal among them, as was the somber Jastev. Eorgina was well
aware of the group and their opinions of her, however she never
failed to extend all the courtesy of a close friend whenever she
encountered them. For Eorgina knew that Koar respected them and
shared with them a bond of friendship that he valued.
On the day that Eorgina was drawn to the edge of her balcony by
an unprecedented trumpeting of the drakes, she dismissed it as some
mating-related ritual among the leviathans. Certainly, the flight
of parrots rising over Larydur was a pretty sight, lifting in a
thick red cloud into the sunlight. She was pleased she had witnessed
the spectacle. When she later learned the events had heralded an
Arkati birth, she resolved to find the new arrival and, if worthy,
adopt the newborn into her care. However, Lumnis, as the name was
told to her, had slipped away on unknown business, and other pursuits
took Eorgina's mind from the matter.
In the following years, Eorgina had little cause to think of Lumnis,
other than to learn that the Arkati was indeed talented, but hampered
by a pitiful indulgence for the mortal beings of the land. After
a few solicitations to Lumnis proved ineffective, she decided the
woman, though comely, was of little interest. Eorgina regretted
the woman's lack of insight, for she had planned to offer Lumnis
the honor of being her handmaiden. Lumnis was, for a fact, lovely
and would have made a satisfactory ornament to Eorgina's retinue.
Besides, Koar had mentioned her a few times in a complimentary sort
of way.
Fash'lo'nae brought Eorgina the news that Koar and Lumnis were
to be wed. She did not rant or tear apart the walls of Li'aerion
as she felt inclined to do. In fact, she said not a word. She only
nodded, then indicated with a graceful wave of her hand that Fash'lo'nae
was to leave her. As he did so, her servants ushered the Arkati
guests residing in Li'aerion out and closed the great doors. Then
all the Elven servants within the manse were thrown over the parapet
of the eastern balcony, until at last Eorgina was alone. And alone
she stayed for years.
Not even Fash'lo'nae could gain entrance, though he pounded on
the doors of Lir'aerion at regular intervals. Eventually, vines
and large rhododendrons overgrew the terraced walks leading to the
house, and ivy obscured the once-polished doors.
When the drakes determined that the Arkati had to be sent to the
moons of Lornon and Liabo, an emissary was sent to summon Eorgina
from her prolonged confinement. As the sun set one evening, wide,
dark wings carried a massive form to Eorgina's once-celebrated balcony,
and on its flagstones, alighted. As she emerged from the interior
of the dwelling, summoned by the sound of the wings, she beheld
a black drake. It was Beh'Amant, who had filled her first view of
the world. She realized he had finally emerged from the solitude
of sorrow, and was summoning her to do the same.
The black drake told her of the decision to send the Arkati away.
It was not a happy meeting, although she felt great love for him
and a measure of joy to see him again. However, the idea of leaving
Li'aerion was repugnant. She protested, but in the end Beh'Amant
persuaded her that she had no choice. She must go. And so, she consented.
Climbing to his back, she clung to his immense scales as he soared
through the sunset and winged his way to a congregation of Arkati
and great Drakes.
As Eorgina alighted from the back of Beh'Amant, she was met by
a delegation of Arkati. Koar led the group. Eorgina allowed him
to clasp her hands, and for an instant, felt joy to see him awaken
within her. However, seeing Lumnis as his side, she dropped his
handclasp and backed a step away. He had come to entreat her to
go with those leaving for Liabo, to accompany Lumnis so that he
could be sure that the two women he most cared for would be safe
and have kindly company.
Eorgina glanced to either side. On one hand she saw those bound
for Liabo, and on the other those going to Lornon, known to be a
much more intemperate and unforgiving place. With a small, hard
smile at Lumnis, she turned and walked to the Lornon group, taking
a place between Fash'lo'nae and a young Arkati she had known only
briefly, named Luukos.
Koar nodded cooly, and ushered Lumnis to the Liabo group. As the
Arkati departed, Eorgina stared toward the rugged moon with anticipation.
She would make good use of the time there. She glanced back only
once, and it was to Beh'Amant that her eyes traveled. She watched
him grow smaller with distance, his huge, faceted eyes locked on
hers. She felt his strength and his inconceivable store of knowledge,
a sea so vast it was staggering, a river that she had not had the
chance to tap.
Lornon
The Arkati delegation on Lornon set about finding natural caverns
in which to live, since the severe storms that sent winds raging
across the moon's surface were grievous even to those of great power.
Eorgina was content to abide by her long-time friend
Fash 'lo 'nae, and agreed to the company of Luukos as well. However,
he left them after only a few years, bereaved by the loss of the
Drakes' company and embittered by what he considered a betrayal
by them.
Others occasionally spent time with the two scholars, but by far,
the majority of the ensuing ages was spent in expanding their understanding
of power and improving their control of it. While Fash'lo'nae was,
for the most part, intrigued with the idea of understanding and
defining the arcane energy, Eorgina lived to harness and master
it, and finally, to assume it as though it was nothing more than
one of the velvet cloaks she wore about her lovely shoulders. Fash'lo'nae
warned her to be cautious, but Eorgina had never known the concept
of the word any more than had her namesake.
When the Ur-Daemon wars commenced and the potency of the foes was
realized, the Lornon Arkati were benumbed. The idea that something
could threaten the power of their patron leviathans was a sober
realization, as well as a worrisome one. If the Drakes were not
able to halt the Ur-Daemon aggression, there was little hope for
the Arkati. Some of the Lornon inhabitants wanted to attempt to
return and aid the Drakes in their stand against the peril. Others
protested the idea, saying the Drakes would only be encumbered or
distracted by what little the Arkati could offer against the Ur-Daemon
might. In the end, a few Arkati returned and died, while the rest
could only watch as Drakes battled, were wounded, killed and driven
mad.
Finally, the Ur-Daemon threat was stopped, but at great cost. The
life the Arkati had previously known was gone forever. The slopes
of Nagothrym were littered with bones and bodies of those who had
previously dwelt as masters of the peaks. Within the birthing caverns,
the sands were now cold and littered with the shards of eggs. Summoned
back by a dying Drake, the Lornon and Liabo Arkati were dismayed
at the devastation.
Eorgina left the cavern and traveled toward Li'aerion, dreading
what she might find. Walking down the broad walk that lead up to
the front doors, she was forced to step carefully through thick
vines obscuring the beautiful stone paving. Pieces of rocks and
other vegetation littered the jumble of vines. Arriving at the doors,
she was relieved to find they still stood unbroken, although there
were the telltale scars of wildfire marring their once-lovely, carved
surfaces.
Drawing a key from a long, gold chain in her cloak, Eorgina inserted
it into the massive lock and turned. At first, she felt resistance
but the expert elven craftsmanship of the lock prevailed. The tumblers
clicked, and with a shriek of protest from the hinges, the great
doors swung open.
Debris lay across the manse's floors, while remnants of the velvet
curtains fluttered listlessly in the breezes blowing in. Years'
worth of dead leaves lay piled into decaying banks in corners, and
moss coated the northern-facing walls. Eorgina walked through the
halls, her footsteps echoing hollowly in the derelict corridors.
As she reached the eastern balcony, she found the colossal diamond
still resting on its carved pedestal, though its depths were inky
black and cleft by a deep crack. And instead of reflecting light
as it once had, it now gave off a strange, shifting luminosity that
flickered in the early-evening twilight. Eorgina was pleased with
her discovery. To her great amusement and delight, things were not
as bad as they had seemed.
In the months to come, the two factions of the Arkati came to a
tenuous agreement as to the dispensation of labor needed to rebuild
and repair Nagothrym. Additionally, some of the Arkati took responsibility
to bring help to those of the lesser races most severely affected
by the holocaust of the Ur-Daemon conflict. However, the numbers
of Liabo individuals willing to deal with the other races markedly
outnumbered those of the Lornon group. Eorgina was among those who
advocated giving aid.
Lumnis was pleased with Eorgina's unexpected willingness to help,
as well as her apparent change of behavior. Eorgina had been cordial,
if not downright warm toward Koar's wife. Thus, when Eorgina asked
specifically to work with the Elven populations, Lumnis was inclined
to support her petition at once. Not only would this serve to reinforce
and encourage Eorgina's modified viewpoint, more importantly, Lumnis
was well aware that with Eorgina's remarkable powers, she had a
great deal to offer the beleaguered populations.
Eorgina lost no time in locating the remnants of the gifted Elven
artisans. These were offered aid in the form of shelter and sustenance,
which many readily accepted. Thus, Eorgina transported a great number
of the families of these artisans to Li'aerion. Once there, the
Elves were told that it would be necessary for them to complete
needed renovations to the manse in exchange for Eorgina's hospitality.
This was no small task, and additionally, the spouses and children
of the artisans would be required to work as servants and general
laborers. And most notably, they were not to be allowed to freely
come and go - for their own protection, explained Eorgina.
Having knowledge of the mutilation of the original builders of
Li'aerion, some of the Elves refused Eorgina's proposition, demanding
to be returned to their home despite the harsh conditions to be
found there. In response, Eorgina chose ten Elves, all spouses and
children of the dissenting group, and cast them off the eastern
balcony to their death. When Eorgina assured them she was more than
happy to select ten more if necessary, the Elves quickly reversed
their stance and submitted to the forced labor. Afterward, any action
that Eorgina considered contrite or subversive among Li'aerion's
Elven work force was quickly dealt with in like fashion. If the
number of workers fell below what was necessary to move the construction
forward with the least delay, Eorgina simply conscripted new artisans
from the extant population trying to survive both famine and deprivation
in the lands below Nagothrym.
It was almost two years before rumors of Eorgina's activities among
the Elves leaked out to the other Arkati. Certainly, a few of the
Lornon faction had known; however, when Lumnis learned of the situation,
she went to Eorgina and demanded an explanation. Eorgina's reponse
to Lumnis was, essentially, a blunt statement to mind her own business.
Lumnis was furious. She knew, however, that she could not counter
Eorgina's power within the towering walls of Li'aerion. Along with
renovations, Eorgina's Elven minions had fortified the ramparts.
Additionally, there was now some sort of magical power defending
the manse. For Eorgina had not been idle -- she had already learned
much from the great black diamond occupying the eastern balcony.
The only recourse was for Lumnis to go to Koar, and this she lost
no time in doing. However, she would get no support from him. Koar
had less interest in the lesser races, and certainly less compassion
for them than did his spouse. His attention was much more concentrated
on finding, and trying to save, what few Drakes remained alive.
And while he regretted the fact that Eorgina had infuriated his
wife, he told Lumnis that it was more important to maintain the
tenuous balance between the Lornon and Liabo Arkati, than to risk
forcing Eorgina into a standoff over a relatively small group of
Elven artisans. For it was a sure thing that if she was provoked,
there were other, powerful Lornon Arkati who would rise to back
her in a confrontation.
Koar was regretful, yes, but deciding the risk of taking a stand
between Lumnis and Eorgina was too great, he declined to 'officially
notice' the situation. It took much counsel, but finally Lumnis
was persuaded to see the diplomatic conundrum of rescuing the artisans,
and she regretfully surrendered the cause.
Forever after, Eorgina and Lumnis waged a quiet, though ruthless
cold war one against the other.
As the centuries went by, descendants of the captive Elven contingent
continued -- under harsh duress by Eorgina -- to expand the hillside
compound. Eventually, the dwelling had not only grown to the size
of a small town, but also included a vast complex of tunnels beneath,
a labyrinth within the mountain on which the manse perched. Here,
the Elves lived out the whole of their lives, a span of time notably
shorter than normal for that race. Once an Elf was too old or infirm
to contribute to the building or service within the house, they
disappeared. The population was told that these individuals were
returned to their original homes; however, many suspected that they
were simply dealt with in the most convenient manner. In time, memory
of a life of freedom grew dim, though tales of the beautiful country
of their birth were passed orally from generation to generation,
in secrecy, so that Eorgina would not discover evidence of the custom.
Meanwhile, among the Elven populations, legends of the captured
ones were told and retold, becoming an agelessly popular subject
of songs and tales. Eorgina's Elven slaves eventually became known
as the "Li'aerion Artisans", and Li'aerion itself was
reputed to be the most beautiful construction ever built.
Eorgina prospered after her return to Elanthia, growing in power
as she expanded both her residence and her collection of gems. It
was said that deep within the mountain, she kept a chamber full
of gems possessing magical properties, and this collection was so
vast, Eorgina herself did not know their number. And within the
manse, valuables from all the greatest Elven cities adorned the
rooms. She seemed to grow more beautiful by the year, and her power
was eventually measureless. For a brief time, it was thought among
the other Arkati that she might ally herself with Luukos, a raven-haired
Arkati who was still considered beautiful of feature despite his
snake-like characteristics. However, the alliance faded away after
Eorgina suffered a distressing event.
Eorgina and Luukos had gone to a stretch of mountains in the far-southern
reaches of the DragonSpines, there to search for evidence of minor
gem caches forgotten and lost after the Ur-daemon conflict. They
made a few satisfying finds, probably once possessed by either a
large species of dragon-like lizard that had become extinct after
the wars, or perhaps Ur-daemons themselves. They impressed a local
town of humans to load the treasure onto mules and cart it out of
the peaks while the Arkati continued their search.
Exploring on her own, Eorgina discovered a tunnel that had been
blocked by a sizable fall of rocks. As she forced open the entrance
by moving a boulder the size of a barn, a whoosh of stale, dead
air rushed past her. It kindled within her a feeling of fel apprehension,
not an emotion she usually experienced. Something within was dreadfully
amiss. She continued on, moving past the threshold into a vast chamber,
and ignoring qualms of alarm beating at the edges of her mind like
frantic birds.
Piles of treasure began in small heaps that quickly gained in size
and richness. Ingots of gold, silver, mithril and vaalin were piled
here and there, while strands of pearls lay everywhere in shades
of black, green, pink and glimmering white. At one turn, rubies
and sapphires the size of hen eggs created a hillock as tall as
a building, and chests of peerless weapons and armor were piled
in even larger mounds. As Eorgina walked through the unbelievable
trove, her footsteps echoing in the silence, she grew cold and grave.
She knew what this was. Only the mightiest of the Drakes could possess
such a horde, and she feared what she might yet find.
As she reached the far wall of the cavern, she saw there was another
chamber past that. Inside, great stalactites and stalagmites gave
the place the look of a leviathan's open mouth. Curled up within
was the body of a Drake.
The creature had not deteriorated, perhaps due to the cavern being
sealed. However, the Drake's skin, where visible between the huge
scales, had taken on the patina of marble. Vicious wounds across
the its back and side showed the cause of his demise, doubtlessly
wounds incurred fighting the Ur-daemon menace. One of the immense
eyes was still open a slit, revealing the luminous golden color
that it had possessed while alive. As Eorgina walked toward the
body, she felt sorrow fill her chest and throat. Reaching the Drake's
scaled snout, she reached out her hand and stroked it, dismayed
at its bitter chill. She had found Beh'Amant.
Eorgina left the cavern and sealed it behind her with so much power,
it could never be opened again without considerable force. She spoke
briefly with Luukos, asking him to relay the news of the Drake to
the congress of Arkati, and explaining that she needed time to recover
from the shock of her discovery. Thereafter returned to her home,
where she remained for a time in solitude.
Eorgina was never to get close to another Arkati after finding
the body of Beh'Amant. She retained a friendship with both Fash'lo'nae
and Luukos although they were never as intimate as they had been.
It is said that she will never marry until she discovers the secret
of reanimating the black Drake she yet loves.
HOME
Within
the great cavern of Nagothrym, there was born a grey drake. She
was quick and cunning, and she fought off her rival fledglings with
savage strength. As she emerged from the underground murk into sunlight,
she spread her red-tinged wings and flew. And she knew she was beautiful
as well as strong.
It
is written that Arkati are born fully formed, although as they mature,
their features change to reflect their mental development. Ancient
texts also state that they are all born fair of feature and beautiful
of body, no matter what form they ultimately assume.